She was a lovely child. She was a happy child. She had the clearest blue eyes you had ever seen. They were forever bright with life and love and laughter. Yes, she was a happy child.
Accidents have a way of happening when you least expect them. Who would have guessed her defiance would meet such an end? Not her father, not her mother. Yet Marietta, curious child, still went out to the winter pond.
And as the ice around her cracked, she couldn't help but marvel at how pretty it all still looked. She was not afraid. Why should she be when papa would be there to save her?
The bubbles rose like pretty fairies dancing in the sunlight - its rays casting her in a beautiful glow... but it was getting so cold and she was having trouble breathing so she opened her mouth to do so...
The house lay long forgotten. The beams worn down by pestilence, the wooden floors rotting. Once such a happy house, now turned to gloom one horrible afternoon.
But still a little face appears in the window, bright and hopeful for visitors. Mostly they come on that special night - the children dressed in the strangest clothes; as things they could never be.
One brave child comes to the door as many others have before. He knocks upon the wooden door and hears it echo down the hall. Marietta watches him, a slight curl to her blue, blue lips.
A friend at last.
The door opens and she is there to greet him, this child, no older than she. She has found a new playmate after all this time, perhaps this one will stay with her this time?
The boy is happy that the house is not as scary as his friends had made it seem. And the girl inside is nice enough and she is not afraid of anything.
They play a game of hide-and-seek then tag and he explains trick-or-treat. This strange girl has no idea what happens on Halloween?
She leads him out to the frozen pond where they might play on the ice. Of course his parents warned him not to... but his friend seemed to be alright...
The morning brings a tale of sorrow as another child goes missing. Nobody knows where he went or how he left or whether he is alive or safe.
Except Marietta who watches on sadly. Her friend has gone away. He fell asleep and never came to see her again. Just like mama. Just like papa. Just like nanny. Just like Janie. Just like Timmy. Just like Carrie. Just like Gregory...
Marietta, lonely spectre, watches from her window. There is nobody for her to play with and she cannot try again. Nobody will come to the house again, not until that special night.
She frowns because she has no friend. Nobody will play with her again. Nobody can see or hear her, not until that special night, when she can try to get another friend.
And maybe this time... maybe this time, her friend will come out of the pond to play with her again... forever.